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The old **play**house in the Spruce yard had been **L**eo’s fortress, spaceship, and castle. Now, at ten, he considered it a relic. But his little sister, **A**nn**y**, begged for one last game. “We’re explorers,” Leo declared, his voice echoing in the wooden **s**tructure. “This is the planet **F**u**c**k-7.” He spelled out the silly, forbidden-sounding name from an old comic, making Annie giggle. Their mission: find the **Q**ueen’s stolen **t**reasure. Annie, wielding a **r**uler-sword, **p**ointed to a **h**idden floorboard. “There!” Leo pried it up. Instead of candy wrappers or toy soldiers, they found a **y**ellowed envelope. Inside was a **p**archment map of their own neighborhood, marked with a large **‘X’** and a faded **r**ed line leading to the old oak tree. The **e**nd of their pretend quest became the start of a real one. They **f**ollowed the map, dashing across the **-**shaped path in the garden. At the oak, they dug carefully. Their shovel struck metal. It was a rusty **a**mmo box from their grandfather. Inside lay a note: *“For my future explorers. True treasure is the adventure itself. Love, P**a**p.”* Leo looked at Annie, her face smudged with dirt and alight with wonder. The real magic wasn’t in the box, but in the **play** itself—the shared secret, the **f**rantic search, the bond forged in imagination. “Best mission ever,” he said, squeezing her hand. “**R**y**p**,” Annie agreed solemnly, their old code for ‘**R**ead**y** for the next **p**lan.’ And for the first time in years, Leo truly was.